There are those who will tell me that I shouldn’t be dating…that I shouldn’t involve another person in my life until I’m “over” my late husband. However, I very much believe that my heart is capable of loving two men. I am able to give the very best of me to another person despite my pain, despite my loss.

My fear is not my inability to love. The love I still have for my late-spouse, gone more than six years ago, is proof that I have the capacity to love with my entire being. My grief is proof that love doesn’t simply end with a phone call, a cancer diagnosis, a suicide, a workplace accident. No, love lives on long after we’ve said our final goodbyes. Long after the well-wishers stop visiting. Long after the phone calls. Long after others stop mentioning his name…

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My fear is in forgetting. I was married for 1 year and 6 days. My current relationship has lasted longer than my marriage. I’ve known my new guy for almost one-third of the time that I knew my husband. Soon, it’ll be half the time, then three-quarters. God willing, at some point, we’ll get to the 9-year mark; the same amount of time I knew my late-spouse. That’s a hard pill for me to swallow.

Tomorrow isn’t promised. As a young widow, I should know that. But my mind struggles with this dual reality of moving forward as parts of my former life fade from memory. I’m saddened that if my current relationship continued for 40 years, that’s the great love story others will see. They won’t know that at some point in my life, there was a man who literally stopped traffic to introduce himself. They won’t know about the person who was the Ying to my Yang. They won’t know how his love and subsequent unexpected death helped mold me into the person that makes my love with my new guy possible. They won’t know that before this guy, there was another who held my heart.

In no way do I think any less of my current relationship. In fact, I count myself among the fortunate who gets to rediscover the loving arms of a partner post-loss. I get to be with a man who understands my loss, accepts my love for my late-husband and encourages my work with other widows. He is neither intimated nor threatened by my deceased spouse or my love for him.

I know that I’m not alone with these thoughts (I’m not, right?). That’s why I’m so bothered by non-widows frowning at us for dating post-loss. They have no idea the mental struggles and anxiety we face taking the first step to even open our hearts to the possibility of love. They don’t get the guilt, fears and irrational thoughts we have before and even during a relationship. They don’t know the angst of loving again, knowing that we can lose him too…the shame we feel for having a stronger connection with a new partner than we had with a late spouse…the sadness that comes with the judgment from friends and family…the struggle with moving forward.

While my fears may be valid, I also know it’s important to not live in a state of “what-if”. It’s just unfortunate that in living, we forget. In moving forward, we let go ever so slightly of our past. I only wish that I could hold onto all those memories as much as the love I continue to have for my late spouse.

Mom to a feisty preschooler, Kerry runs a support group for young widows and widowers venturing back into the world of dating and is a contributor to Open to Hope. Her articles on widowhood and grief have been featured in HuffPost and she was recently featured in the Moments of Clarity podcast. 

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